In the luxurious assembly ward, an old lady is lying on a white bed with her eyes closed for a nap.

Emily approached gently, closed the door gently, walked gently by the bedside, and stared at the strange old lady with a slightly chubby face on the bed, her own grandmother Rosalin.

The superior life makes her well-maintained, although she is already in her seventies, she seems to be in her early sixties.

Rosalin slowly opened her eyes when Emily looked up at the ward.

"Are you ... are you Emily?"

Emily was taken aback. She showed her beautiful eyes to the old lady after years of vicissitudes and sighed...